NY (Ned Flander) (feat. Hodgy & Tyler, The Creator)

Karl Malone bring challenge from the eight passes
 Hodgy Long one of them bastards that were head bashers
 Yeah we Skate Mental, but the meaning of a Thrasher
 Is the whiplash out and leaves you pussy niggas fractured
 I need meds from a mental institution
 Before my brain is revenged, feel the fingers shootin'
 Record them screamin, interwine them in a loop, then
 Take the garbage out back, I pay the homage in fact
 I throwing T-Bones to these wannabe me clones and their wannabe me clothes
 Bitch I'm actually old
 I spin ya like the cover we on
 You're in between the pages
 I'm 21 now been running these Fairfax blocks for ages
 Organic for breakfast, Free-ranging on stages
 It's twelve-noon on my clock, engaged for twelve gauges
 I spit the plague, and don't believe it be a pagan
 I'll send your wife dead photos of you taken by Sagan
 Bitch
 This that we shit, hot shit pissed off custodians
 Get rich and marry fat bitch Lamar Odiem
 I'm rich bitch, and y'all's jelly as that jar of petroleum
 That I had used when I eloped with him and 40 Mormons
 I'm planning on firing Clancy, ain't no damn controlling him, boy
 You can't carry this gun Cannon Nickelodeon boy
 My boy Domo higher than fat bitches sodium
 And nuggets greener than the fucking can my Arizona's in
 I'm sneaking in your kid's ear lobe
 "Oh, no! It's him! Goblin!"
 Dropped like the soap in the tub
 Now I have famous friends who like coke and them drugs
 Dancing with me, Jerry Sandusky, and the Pope in the club
 Jerry's trying to get a tug but isn't paying enough
 Now if he doubles it I'll tug it in the bathtub with bubbles
 And a rubber ducky that I got on tour Kentucky with some groupies
 Where I had got lucky with some sucky-sucky trust me honey bunny
 If you fuck me you gonna leave with runny nose
 I be running in these hoes ain't no condom on
 No fucking fuck it
 Me